For the past (at least) five years, I have refused to put my inadequacies and my hope-inspired solutions on paper just to fulfill a silly ritual. And yet, somewhere around the beginning of each year, even though they aren’t written down, I start a new diet and I attempt a new exercise program and I make all sorts of promises to improve my life that I cannot seem to keep.
But is that not the standard? We all make grand resolutions and promises, and very few of us actually carry them through.
So, to resolve or not resolve? Maybe if my list is simpler than usual. And maybe it should be on paper this year. Maybe if I strive only for those things I know are doable, at this moment. The things that will make me happy. Maybe my list should be thus:
1. I will love myself more this year.
2. I will be kind to myself this year.
3. I will smell the roses more often.
4. I will smile more often.
5. I will forgive myself when I make mistakes.
6. I will forgive others their mistakes.
May your life blossom in this coming year, and may you know peace, if even just in your tiny corner of the world.
Blessings and love,